Winter Morning

In the gray dawn of morning
the smoke rises to mix with a marble sky,
whisps of steam drifting in the wind,
while men wake in warm rooms of winter,
buried under roofs of snows.
Bare limbed trees stretch slender arms in the air,
sifting the smoke with their fingers
as it rises in winter shadows,
soft shades of scarlet
stretching across a cold slate sky.

William Tinsley

Copyright © 1998 William Tinsley

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